A/N: Hi!
The next few chapters are basically about Quinn and Rachel approaching. To be more specific, this one tells what happens right after they wake up. Honestly, it's not one of my favorite chapters so far (except for its beginning), but it needs to be done to develop the rest of the story so... I hope you like it. Also, I'm sorry for taking a little longer than the usual to update.
Quinn opens her eyes and sees the sunlight fill up the room and make the figure that she has her arms wrapped around shine like a star. She remains silent and motionless, trying not to wake up Rachel, who seems to be sleeping lightly.
The two girls are lying on their sides - a position they might have converted to at some point during the night, snuggled up together. Quinn doesn't know how she ended up with her arms around Rachel's back during her sleep, but what she does know is that now she's comfy and warm and doesn't ever want to move.
She vaguely remembers what her dream in the night before was about. It had something to do with the main character of the movie breaking her girlfriend's heart by marrying the guy she had broken up with to be with her, except the girlfriend was Quinn in her dream - that was more like a nightmare. Anyway, it's all weird, nonsense stuff for Quinn, so instead of pondering about it like Rachel most likely would, she ends up getting lost in a daydream until the moment she hears her sleepy friend mumble something.
"Finn..."
Quinn takes that as a normal thing hence her friend still loves the guy. Her mind starts to drift again, but she's interrupted for the second time.
"Quinn... "
Wait. Did Rachel just say her name? Quinn tries not to move but it's getting harder since she wants to make sure she hears whatever the girl utters next.
"Sor-ry"
The former cheerleader manages to place her head right next to Rachel's mouth without performing any abrupt movements that might wake the brunette in order to hear what she's saying.
"Quinn, what on Earth are you doing?" Rachel suddenly asks, with a sleepy, confused voice - that is impossible not to classify as cute - when she opens her eyes and sees the blonde's head floating upon her own.
Quinn bursts out laughing and sits down back on her side of the bed.
"I was trying to hear you sleep talk. Hope it didn't wake you up. Did you have a nice dream?" she scoffs.
"Why? What did I say?"
"Finn's name. My name. And 'sorry'."
"Well, I don't have any idea what I was dreaming about." Rachel says, yawning and stretching herself.
The fact that her friend is an awful liar is nothing new for Quinn, though. She pretends to believe her anyway, because it's early in the morning and she's too lazy to question anything. She will have plenty of time to enquire Rachel later.
"Do you want to go out for coffee or something?" the brunette asks.
"Yeah, sounds good. Let's just stay in bed for like three more hours first." Quinn answers.
"No, come on! I have big plans for today!" Rachel says, standing up and reaching out for Quinn's hands to get her off her bed.
"Do your plans include me?"
"Of course! What made you think they didn't?"
Quinn shrugs adorably and Rachel gives her a friendly smile.
"So, what do you have in mind?" the blonde asks.
"Nothing for the morning, but I was thinking about a picnic at Central Park for lunch and maybe spending the afternoon there too."
"Sounds good so far."
"Is there anything you want to do in particular?"
"Not really... Maybe we should just decide while we have coffee."
"Yeah. We still need to get ready. Do you think you need a shower?"
"I definitely do. I promise I'll be quick."
"It's okay. It's not like we have anything planned for the morning anyway. I'll have one too. Do you want to go first?"
"Well, I can if you want..."
"Fine, let me get you a towel then. You can use my shampoo and conditioner and anything else you need if you haven't brought your stuff. Just make yourself at home."
"Thanks, Rach."
The brunette smiles - the ever-present reaction to being called "Rach" by Quinn - and walks towards her dresser in the corner of the room. She opens one of the drawers and takes a blue towel, handing it to her friend.
"There you go."
"Thank you. I'll just take ten minutes."
Some time after they are both ready, Quinn and Rachel start to walk down the streets of New York City, heading to the closest Starbucks. Neither of them can miss the fact that the weather feels incredible. The sun heats them with the perfect intensity as a cool breeze makes its way through the city and touches their skin, causing them to feel warm and cold at the same time in an intriguing way.
They remain silent the whole way to their destination, except for the countless smiles they exchange due to the mixed temperature sensations and the appearance of odd people in the street - the types that you only see in New York. The girls communicate through looks and smiles and simply don't feel the need for a conversation until after they're settled on comfortable armchairs at the coffee shop, waiting for the iced caramel lattes they have just ordered at the counter.
"So, you haven't told me anything about NYADA yet." Quinn says, suddenly.
"You haven't told me about Yale either." Rachel replies. "NYADA is amazing, though. I like all my teachers and classes except maybe for the dance ones. It's pretty much what I expected it to be like. Feels perfect for me."
"Nice to hear you're enjoying it. Yale is great too. Drama is definitely my thing. I mean, just look at me."
"Stop being so self-deprecating, Quinn." the brunette says smiling. "Have you made any friends yet?"
"Only my roommate, I guess. But we don't even hang out together much, though, so, basically, the only thing I do on my spare time is roam around New Haven by myself, which is not half bad, actually."
"I know what that's like. I've met some people here but it's not like they even have my phone number or anything, so if it weren't for Santana and Kurt I'd be alone all the time. I miss the Glee club."
"Yeah... I miss them too."
"It's good to know we will all be together again at Mr. Schue's wedding, though."
"That includes Finn..."
"I know..."
"Maybe you guys will sort things out then?"
Rachel fixes her eyes at Quinn for a few seconds before replying ambiguously.
"Maybe."
Before Quinn has to worry about changing the subject of the conversation, the coffee guy yells their names, which means their lattes are ready. The girls go get them and sit back at their armchairs. Minutes later, they are both done with their iced coffees and still indecisive about where they are going next. However, when Rachel suggests to head straight to Central Park, they are quick in concluding this is most likely the best idea they will get since neither of them are really interested in going to museums or anything due to the fact that they have recently been to the city with the Glee club guys and done all that.
Having made up their minds, Quinn and Rachel quietly dive into the rush of mixed temperature sensations that the street is once again, this time making their way to the extensive park.
